Saturday Night at the Movies

Memories of Saturday nights spent watching
the Golden Years of Hollywood with Bill Collins.

Beaming from our television,
you know it all.
The leading man with monochrome charm.
The under-rated starlet and her delightful cameos.
The neglected director whose work, this evening,
is sadly
not his best.
Forgotten names, long since gone with the wind.
Not X-rated, M, R or PG
but B-movies, has-been movies,
Bill’s movies.
The sound of music grows.
I do hope you enjoy this film.
I know I will.
The dull sheen, with weekly polish,
of Hollywood’s golden years.

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